Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The people have no ear, either for rhythm or music, and their unnatural passion for pianoforte playing and singing is thus all… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
And over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Every age has its problem, by solving which humanity is helped forward. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Nothing is more futile than theorizing about music. No doubt there are laws, mathematically strict laws, but these laws are not music; they are… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“Still is the night, it quiets the streets down, In that window my love would appear; She's long since gone away from this town,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
